Disclaimer: Star Trek doesn't belong to me.
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A Taste of Armageddon
They have it down.
Spock goes up to the man:
"Sir,
you have a multi-legged creature
crawling
on your shoulder."
Before the man can react—
perhaps imagining a
great, hairy, caterpillar—
or struck dumb by
the intruder's non-sequitur,
his hand goes out—
the man has
no more time
to wonder anything.
He is quite
unconscious.
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